[ The air flows with violent potential, both natural and extraordinary. But Hei is in his element by now, all thought dissolving into the heat of brutal instinct. Ming Hua whips a tentacle at him and he leaps off the ground. Knees tucked like a schoolkid playing skip-rope, letting it sweep under him. In the same breath he spins clockwise, still airborne, a wire in his right hand, crackling with electricity, spinning like the world's nastiest lasso. ]
[ Ming Hua's reaction is instantaneous and shows a vicious cunning: she brings a watery arm up to the right side of her face, turtles her shoulders, drops through her hips, and, most importantly, jerks back, beyond the arc of the wire. But Hei has anticipated this. Action beats reaction every time. Between the length of his arm, the length of the wire, and the force of his trajectory, he has more room to maneuver. He whirls, a mid-air pirouette, and the wire snakes around and lashes across her neck like a bullwhip. ]
[ Ming Hua spasms with a shriek, then drops; the electricity leaves an acrid reek in the air. ]
[ But there's no time for satisfaction. Hei's gaze cuts sideways, past the pale disc of Pavel's tense face, to P'Li. Who has them in her crosshairs. Two perfect bullseyes. ]
[ Shit. ]
[ Grabbing Pavel by the scruff of his neck, Hei swings a wire with his free hand. It snags a masonry-spire on a nearby building. In the next breath, he and Pavel are weightless, sail-planing, swooping through the bright murk of the air as a huge globe of fire detonates beyond them, juddering with a deafening roar as flaming umbrellas open in the sky, tinting the area every colour of red. ]
[ They tumble clear of the flying debris. Hei's limbs scramble for purchase, realigning his weight before they've even hit the ground. His eyes scan the terrain, a calculated 360 degrees, before concern digs in. ]
Where's Zaheer?
[ It's muttered to himself, not Pavel. Hell, he doubts the younger man can understand a word he's saying. ]
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[ Ming Hua's reaction is instantaneous and shows a vicious cunning: she brings a watery arm up to the right side of her face, turtles her shoulders, drops through her hips, and, most importantly, jerks back, beyond the arc of the wire. But Hei has anticipated this. Action beats reaction every time. Between the length of his arm, the length of the wire, and the force of his trajectory, he has more room to maneuver. He whirls, a mid-air pirouette, and the wire snakes around and lashes across her neck like a bullwhip. ]
[ Ming Hua spasms with a shriek, then drops; the electricity leaves an acrid reek in the air. ]
[ But there's no time for satisfaction. Hei's gaze cuts sideways, past the pale disc of Pavel's tense face, to P'Li. Who has them in her crosshairs. Two perfect bullseyes. ]
[ Shit. ]
[ Grabbing Pavel by the scruff of his neck, Hei swings a wire with his free hand. It snags a masonry-spire on a nearby building. In the next breath, he and Pavel are weightless, sail-planing, swooping through the bright murk of the air as a huge globe of fire detonates beyond them, juddering with a deafening roar as flaming umbrellas open in the sky, tinting the area every colour of red. ]
[ They tumble clear of the flying debris. Hei's limbs scramble for purchase, realigning his weight before they've even hit the ground. His eyes scan the terrain, a calculated 360 degrees, before concern digs in. ]
Where's Zaheer?
[ It's muttered to himself, not Pavel. Hell, he doubts the younger man can understand a word he's saying. ]